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It was a known fact: the veil between the worlds was getting thinner and thinner, so the possibility of a crash was already a certainty. The rumors started a long time ago, but no one did anything to stop it. Fortunately, time passed, we went through wars and race exterminations, but the Faerie Realms and the Mortal Lands remained almost the same, some richer and some poorer.
Nobody was talking about the fallen, until now, when the fates started working their old, wicked magic and gave us an early Summer Soltice gift: an unprepared girl who was sent tumbling from the sky.
Tumultuous and dangerous.
Bitter and heart-rending.
This is the story of the Evening Star,
of the young woman who wields the Sun in her hands
and wears the Moon upon her throat.
Of the Cursed Crown,
which bows to no master it does not choose.
And of the man born of shadows,
irrevocably bound to her
by the tongue of death itself.
And, in the end,
it is also the story of us:
the nothingness that reached, at last,
for something greater than ruin.
I am the Bloody Blade, former leader of the first legion, last of my kind, banished and tormented by dark memories and here is the beginning of our story.
𓆩✴𓆪 Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content (including consensual and non-consensual elements), graphic violence, trauma, and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
𓆩✴𓆪 This is a slow-burn story. The protagonists do not meet immediately, and the beginning focuses heavily on worldbuilding and character development.